Babysitting the Devil Himself

Find a Job

"I don't care, (F/N). This family needs more money, so that means you have to start working." Your mom droned on and on as you half listened to her and half focused on the television. You already had a job despite your mother's words. It was only a part-time job at a friend's parent's restaurant, but it was a job.

Recently your family had gone into debt for some reason and everyone did their part in trying to pay it off. According to your mother, apparently, you didn't do enough. You were trying to balance college and your part-time job at the same time, but now you were adding yet another job to the list. Balancing two jobs and school isn't easy. You still needed to be a kid and live, but you had to work because of debt.

Your mother snapped her fingers in front of your face because she noticed you zoned out on her. You pushed her hand out of your face, annoyed with her way of getting your attention.

"Mom, I already work for Jean's family. They pay me good for what little I do. Why don't you make Victoria get a job? She's older than me and is still jobless!" Victoria was always their favorite child. It didn't anger you that you weren't your parent's favorite, but it angered you that they treated her like a princess. They never let the girl do any manual labor. She got to go out with friends when she wanted, so could come back at the wee hours of the morning, and she always got the special treatment from both of her parents. Whereas you had it strict. You could only go out on certain days at certain times, you had to be back before 11:00 pm, and there were special rules you had to follow while you were out. To you, it was all bullshit.

"Tori doesn't need a job. She has other things to do, so don't bring her into this. We're talking about you here." You rolled your eyes at her. Your sister was doing nothing but partying and coming home drunk or high. How could your mother not see that she was a bad seed and they needed to be stricter with her?

"Whatever," You got up and began to walk to your room. "I'll make a babysitting add. We'll see if I get any offers."

Once you got to your room, you closed your door. You open up your laptop and began to create a babysitting poster. On it, you put a picture of you, your name, contact information, and past experiences. There wasn't much for past work. Just Jean's parent's restaurant and you babysat a few of your friend's sibling. You hoped that was enough to get hired by someone.

Once you were satisfied with how your poster looked, you printed ten of them. You were going to hang a few of them at your school, in local stores, and give a few to your mother for her to display in her office. Since she wanted you to get a new job, you knew that she would post them there.

Without any warning, your door busted open. As you craned your head towards it, you saw your sister. Your eye twitched with hate. The first reaction you had was to push her out of your room and slam the door in her face. But you knew better. You knew that she would have gone running to mommy and daddy, blinded by fake tears and whining like a toddler. You also knew that they would comfort her and then punish you. That wasn't what you wanted; you wanted to be left alone, so you let her in.

"Seems to me that someone is jealous of moi." She placed her hand on her chest to emphasize moi meant her. You rolled your eyes at her.

"I am not jealous of you, Victoria." You stated plainly.

She scoffed loudly. "It's Vic, Tori, or Vicky, (F/N). You damn well know that you're the only one that calls me by my real name. You need to stop it. Call me one of the other acceptable nicknames for me. God. You're such a brat. No wonder guys like me more than you." You busted out at her last statement.

"Oh, that's gold right there. The only reason why guys like you better is because you don't have any standards and your legs are wide open! Have you gone to the doctor lately? You should because I can smell you from over here." You plugged your nose and waved your hand in front of your face. The look she wore on her face was priceless. Her mouth dropped to the floor and her eyes enlarged ten times more than her normal size. She looked so defeated that you wished that you would have had your camera ready for that. Victoria wasn't used to being treated in such a horrible manner.